Mafia Brothers Wattpad Novels & Stories

Tyrell is also right, too bad Chase didn't believe him. Waylen wondered how on earth Edward was able to get his son to work in one of the warehouse without them knowing he's the illegitimate son. Not just an illegitimate son! But also, their brother.... Who have been filled up with lies and only care about revenge. In Mafia, being brothers doesn't mean you can't kill each other. A brother can be an enemy , The rules of the Mafia is "Kill or get killed." It's only one way out.

I have friends in very high places. Being in the military special forces, I have a lot of deep dark secrets and a lot of special friends, billionaire politicians and other elites, you have no idea. They couldn't stick a rico charge on me in this lifetime. The Caputo family is too strong now and I can't claim that I built it either. My grandfather and his father before him have been involved in organized crimes for decades back when the mafia openly ran a muck in the street and controlled everything. Now we do it more quietly just as dangerously though.

I was shattered and assumed it could not get any worse, but I was wrong. On my eighteenth birthday, my father and I had a fight. I had expected him to be home for my birthday, but he could not. I was tired of being surrounded by people who despised me, so I drank for the first time. I was turning eighteen, after all. I reminded myself. The next morning, I awoke in my bed with no idea how I got there, but that was not the worst. The worst part was that I was naked and no longer felt like a virgin. I tried but could not recall the previous night's events. I only remembered sitting and talking with Logan, who had surprised me earlier in the night by offering me a drink. Logan Grey was the son o

He asked her. “I want to know. I rather know the truth now than to remain in the dark, blind to the world around me.” She replied. “Fine, I will tell you the truth but no matter what you know, I will not let you go no matter how you beg me to. So you better be prepared enough to handle it.” He took a deep breath before telling her. “I am actually a mafia leader. The group is called The Osborne. It was founded by my grandfather and expanded by my father, after my father passed away, I took over his position as the leader.” He responded.

I managed to whisper, my voice barely a sound, my mind struggling to keep up with the magnitude of what was before me. I looked at Janelle and Richelle, my sisters—my only family—and felt a wave of disbelief wash over me. "You have no idea what you’re getting yourselves into," I said, my voice trembling, fear and desperation bubbling up from deep within. "They're the mafia. They have millions of connections. Allies everywhere. They run this city, and we are just three people. Just three!" I wanted them to understand. I needed them to see that this wasn't just some reckless venture we could walk away from. This was deadly. This was real.

Just us. I was put in the middle as my 5 Mafia brothers surrounded me and the camera fluttered, capturing 5 Mafia Brothers and their Abused Princess. 𝟓 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟

“I’ll call my brother. He’s out anyway, he can come pick me up.” “Liam, stop, just talk to me—” Carter stood up, taking a step toward me, his hands reaching out. “I’m calling Marcus, Carter,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, deadly serious. I couldn't stay in this room with him. I couldn't look at the bed, or the wall, or his mouth. I couldn’t admit that despite myself I was still checking him out in those gray sweatpants. I dialed my brother's number, pressing the phone to my ear as I turned my back to Carter, pretending to look out the window at the storm.

"I have three sisters, and two brothers, Gabriel is younger than me. My parents used to rule the biggest Mafia in Mexico, we did everything illegal and its leadership is passed from father to son, the strongest and bravest son, it doesn't matter who's the oldest or the youngest. As soon as we get to the age of seven, we are exposed to the underworld, taught everything we needed to know about survival, undergo training, and at fourteen, we can finally have our first kill. It was scary and they got everything recorded and let us watch the type of monsters that we are but they didn't let us recover, we were exposed to a battlefield where we killed to survive, We killed without blinking. I met J

Colton and I were the two most notorious good-for-nothings in the Sicilian mafia. My oldest brother, Dominic, was the Don of the Turner Family. My other brother, Luca, laundered money for the entire operation. That made me the Family princess who did nothing but max out my brothers' credit cards. Colton had been frail since birth. His hands shook whenever he held a gun. But his oldest sister, Serena, ran several arms routes in the south, and his other sister, Natalia, commanded one of the world's top assassin teams. One day at the racetrack, the four of them got to talking. "Since none of us can stop worrying about the little ones, why not put them together? Easier to keep an eye on both." J

"The brothers are the top, most powerful young billionaires in the entire world today. I’ve been working for them for three years now. What I do know is that they are incredibly generous when it comes to paying and protecting their employees... but whatever you do, you must never end up on their bad side." Rita leaned across the table, dropping her voice into a tiny, secretive whisper. "I also heard rumors from the upper staff... they say the brothers are deeply involved in the Mafia. That they are the actual Capos of the syndicate." A sharp gasp of horror escaped my throat. The Mafia. And they are the heads of it. No wonder the emergency police officer had sounded like he was about to faint